Be thankful that you are conscious to the different feelings..
Even sadness, happiness or anger are what I fervently desire and treasure.

We live in it, we blend in through the different colours of life. We are what we are.

Love, sweet as angel in the heaven. I yearn for this in every part of my life.
As they swish across me, parting like its never been mine, a withered rose, dried and shrink, dead and lonely.

Anguish is how I learnt to desire and treasure for more. Enjoy the feelings for who I am, what we are.

Tears are the only elements that purely belong to us. Admit it.

Don't ask me not to. For its a blessing to feel pain. The only proof for love to be existed. An excruciating pleasure.


I wish I could stop thinking of you.